AAS Publishing, Rain Carrington, Reviewed by Jackie

Rain Carrington’s “Rebel Yells” Is An Opposites Attract Romance – Reviewed by Jackie

“If we can stay with the tension of opposites long enough —sustain it, be true to it—we can sometimes become vessels within which the divine opposites come together and give birth to a new reality.” ― Marie-Louise von Franz

Title: Rebel Yells (Apishipa Creek Chronicles #1

Author: Rain Carrington

Publisher: AAS Publishing

Pages/Word Count: 335 Pages

Rating: 4 Stars

Blurb: Jack Colton dedicated his life to two things, the law and the love of a good man named Martin. When Martin dies Jack goes into mourning so deeply that he starts to see his late husband everywhere. Martin tells Jack that he needs to move on and find another love but Jack is holding on too hard to his love and his job to see love when it speeds through the small sleepy town he watches over.
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JL Merrow, Reviewed by Lisa, Samhain Publishing

JL Merrow’s “Relief Valve” Is A Ripping Good Sequel In The Plumber’s Mate Series

“The sweetest smiles hold the darkest secrets…” ― Sara Shepard

Title: Relief Valve (The Plumber’s Mate: Book Two)

Author: JL Merrow

Publisher: Samhain Publishing

Pages/Word Count: 357 Pages

Rating: 5 Stars

Blurb: If you dig up the past, be prepared to get dirty.
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Less Than Three Press, Reviewed by Jackie, T.T. Kove

T.T. Kove’s “Measured Doses” Takes A Look At Infidelity – Reviewed by Jackie

“You didn’t just cheat on me; you cheated on us.” – Steve Maraboli

Title: Measured Doses

Author: T.T. Kove

Publisher: Less Than Three Press

Pages/Word Count: 110 Pages

Rating: 3.5 Stars

Blurb: After his father beats him, Chad escapes to the only safe haven he can think: his former teacher, Dion. But when he arrives at Dion’s door, it’s opened by a stranger—who promptly finds himself catching an unconscious man.
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Abigail Roux, Riptide Publishing

Abigail Roux Stops In For A Visit And A Ball & Chain/Ty And Zane Giveaway!

TNA: We’re thrilled to have Abigail Roux here with us at The Novel Approach today, on the Ball & Chain Blog Tour. Thanks for being here, Abigail!

Abigail: Welcome to the Ball & Chain virtual tour! If you’re following along, you’ll be able to win yourself some goodies that might just save your life! I’ve got five Survival Kits in a Sardine Can, perfect for traveling and hiking or taking with you to remote island weddings where people might be dying. And I’ve got five sets of trading cards with original artwork and character work-ups for the less adventurous readers!

Every comment on this blog tour enters you in a drawing to win one of five Survival Kits in a Sardine Can or one of five sets of trading cards with original artwork. Entries close at midnight, Eastern Time, on April 1 , and winners will be announced on April 3rd. Contest is valid worldwide.

TNA: Let’s start off with an easy question: have you always written gay fiction, or is that something that came along later in your writing career? What drew you to write stories featuring male love interests?

Abigail: I always wrote stories with male protagonists, I just didn’t write romance. I stumbled over what was still being referred to as slash fanfiction way back when, and I felt stupid that the idea had never occurred to me that I could write it. I’ve stuck to it ever sense.

TNA: Do you have a favorite author(s)? Is there any one author you’d say inspired you to write? If so, who was it?

Abigail: Elizabeth Peters. She wrote the Amelia Peabody series, and I devoured them in high school and college. It was the first time I could see myself doing what she had done, creating worlds like she was able to. Those books planted the seed that maybe I could do that too. She passed away last year. I was heartbroken when I heard.

TNA: Now let’s talk about Ty and Zane, because let’s face it, that’s why you’re here. Do you remember the moment you came up with the concept for these characters, and have they followed the path you’d originally seen them going down? If not, how has their story differed from the way you saw it going from the start?

Abigail: I remember sitting and talking with Madeleine, trying to figure out what to write next. We were hopping from one idea to the other, because we were both struggling with writer’s block and trying to rekindle something. She said ‘how about law enforcement’ and we started writing. The original path, while still sort of in sight, has been changed by necessity and the fact that I’m writing solo now.

TNA: Do you have a set ending to their story? Have you got this series plotted out all the way to the end, or will you just keep writing until you run out of things to write about for them? If you’ve already plotted to The End, how many more books can we expect?

Abigail: 9 Cut & Run books was always the plan. I know how the story ends, but I haven’t quite figured out how to end Ty and Zane in a way that everyone will be pleased. I’m stressing over it.

TNA: Touch & Geaux caused quite a stir in the Ty/Zane universe. Were you surprised by the strong and mixed reactions you got from readers after some of the events that unfolded in the book, or were you prepared for it? Really, as an author, how do you prepare for something like that? And what made you want to stir things up that much?

Abigail: I was prepared. I knew Touch & Geaux would illicit some strong emotions, and it was supposed to. It wasn’t a desire to stir things up so much as remind the characters of what was at stake.

TNA: Just to give readers a heads-up, yes or no, will there be any more big surprises in Ball & Chain we should prepare ourselves for?

Abigail: There will always be surprises, both good and bad.

TNA: When you came up with the concept of the Cut & Run series, did you foresee the Sidewinder spinoff, or was that something that came up only when you got to this point in the series? How many Sidewinder books do you have planned?

Abigail: The Sidewinder Series was a complete surprise to me. In the original plans, the Sidewinder guys all got killed off, so I had no intention of telling their stories outside of the Cut & Run series. I was playing around with the idea of writing some of the adventures pre-Zane, and then after Touch & Geaux, Nick and Kelly became a couple, and it worked so well I had to run with it. Because of the more episodic nature of the Sidewinder books, I’m not sure how many there will be.

TNA: Will Julian Cross and Cameron Jacobs be showing up again in the series? Had you always planned on them doing a crossover into Cut & Run, or was that simply a moment of divine inspiration?

Abigail: Crossing them over in Armed & Dangerous was not planned; it just sort of hit me as something new and fun to try. They will be reappearing!

TNA: Will Julian and Cam be getting another book of their own any time soon? If so, when?

Abigail: Probably not. Their love story was finished in Warrior’s Cross.

TNA: I know this is like being asked to choose your favorite child, but come on, I have to ask. Who’s your favorite, Ty or Zane? Why?

Abigail: My favorite will always be Ty. He was my character first, and there’s a lot of me in him.

TNA: Would you say you and Ty share the same sense of humor? Do you come up with his t-shirts, or are they ones you’ve seen and thought, man, I need to use that one in the next book?

Abigail: A little of both. Some of them I came up with, and others are ones I’ve seen around and thought were hilarious or would fit Ty’s personality. I’m sad to say Ty doesn’t get a chance to wear any of his T-shirts in Ball & Chain.

TNA: If you could bring any of your characters from the page to the real world, which would you most want to hang out with, and why?

Abigail: Probably Kelly. He seems mentally stable and fun. I don’t think any of the other characters can claim both attributes.

TNA: What are you working on now, care to share a little bit of information on any of your current WIPs?

Abigail: Right now I’m working on the 3rd Sidewinder book, Lost & Found. It’s a completely different format than any of the other books.

TNA: Thanks again for taking the time to answer some questions for us, Abigail. It’s been great having you with us.

Abigail: Thank you for having me! If you care to follow me more closely, you can find me on Twitter, Facebook, and Tumblr!

Blurb: Home from their unexpected deployment, the former members of Marine Force Recon team Sidewinder rejoin their loved ones and try to pick up the pieces of the lives they were forced to leave behind. Ty Grady comes home to Zane Garrett, only to find that everything around him has changed—even the men he went to war with. He barely has time to adjust before his brother, Deuce, asks Ty to be his best man. But that isn’t all Deuce asks Ty to do, and Ty must call for backup to deal with the business issues of Deuce’s future father-in-law.

Nick O’Flaherty and Kelly Abbott join Ty and Zane at the wedding on an island in Scotland, thinking they’re there to assuage Deuce’s paranoia. But when bodies start dropping and boats start sinking, the four men get more involved with the festivities than they’d ever planned to.

With the clock ticking and the killer just as stuck on the isolated island as they are, Ty and Zane must navigate a veritable minefield of family, friends, and foes to stop the whole island from being destroyed.

Abigail Roux, Reviewed by Lisa, Riptide Publishing

Murder Is The Name Of The Game In Abigail Roux’s “Ball & Chain”

“Colonel Mustard: ‘This is war, Peacock. Casualties are inevitable. You cannot make an omelet without breaking eggs, every cook will tell you that.’

Mrs. Peacock: ‘But look what happened to the cook!’” – Clue

Title: Ball & Chain (Cut & Run #8)

Author: Abigail Roux

Publisher: Riptide Publishing

Pages/Word Count: 370 Pages

Rating: 4.25 Stars

Blurb: Home from their unexpected deployment, the former members of Marine Force Recon team Sidewinder rejoin their loved ones and try to pick up the pieces of the lives they were forced to leave behind. Ty Grady comes home to Zane Garrett, only to find that everything around him has changed—even the men he went to war with. He barely has time to adjust before his brother, Deuce, asks Ty to be his best man. But that isn’t all Deuce asks Ty to do, and Ty must call for backup to deal with the business issues of Deuce’s future father-in-law.
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A Sneak Peek At The Coming Week, A.J. Corza, Abigail Roux, Anyta Sunday, Chris Cox, Chris O'Guinn, Cover Reveal, GotYouCovrd, Jaime Reese, JC Wallace, JL Merrow, Joy Lynn Fielding, Julie Lynn Hayes, LE Franks, RainbowCon, RJ Scott, Therese Woodson

Here’s A Sneak Peek At The Coming Week

Greetings, everyone, we hope you’ve had a quiet and relaxing weekend. We’ve got another great week ahead, filled with author visits, interviews, giveaways, and reviews, so go ahead and take a gander at what’s on tap!

MondayAbigail Roux is our guest today on the Ball & Chain Blog Tour. She’s answered a few interview questions about herself, Ty, Zane, and the gang, so be sure to check it out

TuesdayJL Merrow arrives on the Relief Valve Blog Tour, and she’s bringing along a giveaway

Jaime Reese also pops in with a Cover Reveal of, and excerpt from, her upcoming release A Hunted Man, Book Two in The Men of Halfway House series

Wednesday – Author Chris O’Guinn’s arrival is imminent on his Hybrids: Arrival Blog Tour. We’ve got an Interview and Giveaway for his visit

Anyta Sunday is also our guest today on her Liam Davis and the Raven Blog Tour and Giveaway

And, A.J. Corza’s back with another great installment of Got You Covered

ThursdayJoy Lynn Fielding is our guest on her Shifting Sands Blog Tour, and we’ve got a great interview lined up for you

FridayChris Cox drops by on the When Sean Loves Rusty Blog Tour, and there’s a giveaway

Therese Woodson will also be our guest on the Clockwork Horizon Blog Tour, which includes a giveaway of an e-copy of the book

SaturdayLE Franks is our guest as we continue on with the RainbowCon Celebration fun

Julie Lynn Hayes will also be along with a guest post on her Yes, He’s My Ex Blog Tour

Sunday – Finally, last but certainly not least, JC Wallace stops by on the Curiosity Killed Shaney Blog Tour

The Novel Approach is also participating in author RJ Scott’s Autism Awareness Blog Hop today, and we’ll have a giveaway to go along with it

And that does it for a very full week of fun. Until next week, happy reading!

Doubleday, E. Lynn Harris, Guest Contributor, Kingett Reads

Kingett Reads “Basketball Jones” Chapter 10

In chapter 10 of Basketball Jones the drama and angst clash into a huge argument between AJ and Dray over the baby, and I am utterly mortified and titillated all at the same time. Intrigued? It’s time for Kingett to read Basketball Jones.

This chapter is only three pages long and it also does not have a lot of things to talk about. It consists of AJ and Dray having a bit of a tiff…well, okay, an all-out tiff because Dray didn’t tell AJ that Dray and Judy are having a baby. The two boyfriends confront each other in the living room and angst ensues, as well as a bit of drama, but AJ gets a real chance to shine here because, up until this point, he’s been holding in a lot of feelings because he’s been worried that this security blanket will crumble into dust. AJ feels hurt that Dray would even go ahead with something as unfaithful as having a baby with another woman. This hurts ME to read, and I just want to weep on two levels. One, because Dray really is an idiot, and two, because Dray does love AJ but can’t show it because he doesn’t know how to show it.

Seriously, Dray has to be the blindest man I have ever met in my life. His entire argument is that AJ should know what this will do to Dray and his career if word ever gets out that AJ and Dray are boyfriends.

They both get so heated they square off, as if they are going to duel right there in the living room, but they continue to argue, saying stuff that they have been saying throughout previous chapters. The only thing that’s different from now and the previous times is that AJ as finally reached his breaking point, so he’s just letting every little thought ooze out of his mouth, hoping to slap Dray a little with words.

Dray, on the other hand, isn’t even apologizing to AJ. He’s apologizing at the current situation. Dray isn’t even telling AJ he knows how this is hurting AJ, he’s just saying sorry, and that yes, this definitely stinks, but this is how it has to be for now, and this can’t change, and AJ knows why.

“The baby. When were you going to tell me? Do you know how humiliating and hurtful it was to find out about it from my trainer, or better yet the newspaper and the Net?” Cisco’s face flashed in my head and I wondered if I should tell Dray how he had tried to seduce me. I still wasn’t sure what all that was about, but maybe that would make Dray jealous and he would realize he could lose me. That’s one thing that sometimes annoyed the hell out of me. Dray was so damn cocksure he had me in the palm of his hand, and it might do him some good if he knew I had other options.

The keeping Cisco a secret decision is bugging me because it wouldn’t take a genius, especially after the events that happened in Chapter Nine, to figure out that AJ and Dray are boyfriends. Cisco could use that to do some serious damage because Cisco has information on a lot of Dray’s assets because, I’m guessing, the two have had to meet at some point. Cisco would have met with the coaches, and I’m sure the main team manager or something, and then Cisco could have some tools to do whatever. AJ doesn’t even tell Dray about Cisco, however, so I am gritting my teeth as I am listening to the two argue and not really solve anything.

Even though Dray isn’t the brightest bulb in the box, I don’t think he’s a bad person, he’s just really dumb. Does he love AJ? That, honestly, I don’t know. I don’t know how much Dray understands about the dynamics of this relationship, because he only seems to know the little things, such as AJ will miss him when he’s gone for days on end. Judy will be hurt if she knows. I believe he knows obvious things such as that, but I don’t believe that he knows how AJ feels and how trapped this is making AJ feel. Dray has a limited perspective of this relationship, and I don’t know how I should look at Dray as a character. Perhaps I’m short with him because he is so clueless and he doesn’t even understand what he’s doing has, or will have, deep rooted consequences for all of the people involved. Being in the closet is one thing but having a double gay life, with a kid, that’s a different ballgame, and this will make a mountain out of an anthill. Dray doesn’t even get how hard this is on AJ, but he does love AJ. What does that love mean for Dray, exactly? Sex? A man to look after? A man to show off to? Is this all just a big thank you because Dray didn’t know how to say thank you to AJ in college? I don’t understand Dray and his line of thinking, but it all seems very simple. For example.

“I was going to tell you. But no time seemed like the right time. And I didn’t want to tell you over the phone. We see each other so little that when I’m here all I want to do is hold you and make love to you. Besides, do you know how hard it was going to be for me to tell you Judi was pregnant? I already have you feeling sidelined in my life, so I knew hearing about the baby would upset you. There was no easy way to come out and say it.

Dray is the kinda man who will say whatever just to change the immediate situation… sigh. I don’t know if I should feel sorry for Dray because he isn’t getting this at all, that this double life hurts AJ because to AJ it feels like a giant slap in the face, or AJ, because AJ is with someone who is really dumb.

The chapter ends with them kissing, but not really solving anything because the two have been arguing about responsibility and such. I’m wondering if Dray will ever get it, that this closeted persona is even worth it. Sure, straight people hate gay people sometimes, but it’s a lot better than hurting people with lie after lie. I’m wondering what Chapter Eleven will bring. We will see next week!

Dreamspinner Press, Jay Northcote, Reviewed by Jackie

Jay Northcote’s “Not Just Friends” Is A Wonderful Coming-Of-Age Story – Reviewed by Jackie

“His lips ever so gently touched mine, and suddenly I felt everything stirring inside me grow wings, let loose, and fly.” ― Heather Anastasiu

Title: Not Just Friends

Author: Jay Northcote

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Pages/Word Count:

Rating: 5 Stars

Blurb: Leaving home to go to university is an exciting phase in anyone’s life. One that’s full of new places, new friends, and new experiences. But Lewis is not prepared for the sudden and intense crush he develops on his out-and-proud flatmate, Max—given that Lewis had always assumed he was straight. Max starts dating another guy, and Lewis’s jealousy at seeing them together forces him to confront his growing attraction.
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Anthology, Avril Ashton, Eileen Griffin, Evernight Publishing, Giselle Renarde, JC Holly, Karly Germain, Lucy Felthouse, Nikka Michaels, Pelaam, Reviewed by Lana, Tamsin Baker, Tyler Robbins

Lana Gives Some Serious Love To “Alpha’s Claim: Manlove Edition”

“I’m all wolf, honey. One-hundred percent alpha bastard.” ― Moria Rogers

Title: Alpha’s Claim: Manlove Edition

Author: Anthology

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Pages/Word Count: 252 Pages

Rating: 5 Stars

Blurb: Strength. Power. Domination.

The shifters in our Alpha’s Claim: Manlove Edition anthology have one thing in common—they won’t take “no” for an answer. Whether they lead packs of their own, or whether they walk a solitary path, these alphas won’t let anyone stop them from claiming their men.

Lose yourself in these ten sinfully delicious love stories. After all, who could deny an Alpha’s claim?
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Allison Cassatta, Dreamspinner Press, Reviewed by Tina, Tracey Michael

“Beast” Is A Contemporary Retelling Of The Classic Tale – Reviewed by Tina

“… Love is what heals the personality. There is nothing that cannot be healed by love. There is nothing but love.” – Gary Zukav

Title: Beast

Author: Allison Cassatta & Tracey Michael

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Pages/Word Count: 216 Pages

Rating: 3 Stars

Blurb: Ara Costas has it all—riches, power, and the kind of beauty that attracts all the right people. He’s flying high and loves his life, until a serious car accident leaves him horribly scarred. Ara becomes an angry recluse, hiding away in his Chicago high-rise apartment, running his multimillion-dollar business from behind a computer screen.
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Island Tales Press, K.C. Wells, Reviewed by Jackie

K.C. Wells Lets You In On Some “Personal Secrets” To Love – Reviewed by Jackie

“A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself-and especially to feel, or not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at any moment is fine with them. That’s what real love amounts to – letting a person be what he really is.” ― Jim Morrison

Title: Personal Secrets (Personal #3)

Author: K.C. Wells

Publisher: Island Tales Press

Pages/Word Count: 285 Pages

Rating: 5 Stars

Blurb: Blake Davis and husband Will are delighted when Ed Fellows turns up at the hospital the night their daughter is born—even if he is covered in mud from playing rugby and drunk out of his skull. Team-mate Colin is the Good Samaritan who drives him there, and when Colin takes Ed home, Colin finds himself on the receiving end of a blow-job. He has no problem with that whatsoever. He’s been in lust with Ed since Ed joined the rugby team some fourteen months ago. Only thing is, Colin’s assumed up ’til now that Ed is straight. Except the man sucking him off certainly didn’t seem straight….
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Casey K. Cox

It’s A Sexy Saturday Snippet From Casey K. Cox – And There’s A Giveaway!

So, here’s an interesting thing… When I was first thinking of what to share with you lovely people about the history of Alec and his ‘Rise’, I remembered the first scene I ever wrote which didn’t make the final cut. I thought, hmmm, it might be cool to share it even though I decided to take a different direction. Hotness is hotness, right? BUT, when I decide to look at the file for that scene, I realised I must have been further into the story when writing it than I’d originally remembered. Either that or I’d edited it to fit a later part of the story. Not to worry, I thought, I shared those initial raunchy thoughts with my writing group; I’ll look it up and take the original from there. And this is where it gets interesting… the first scene I wrote for Alec was not the scene I was remembering. In fact, the whole way Alec developed was different to how I now remember it happening.

Alec has been my baby for a long time now, and it kind of freaks me out that I had completely forgotten, or rather rewritten in my head, the history of his inception. On a positive note, it has given me a new idea for another story. :)

Back to Alec.

The series was born (and this is the real version now, not my alternative history) out of a Sunday afternoon daydream—oh yeah, I love being in my head too—that was just too good not to put down on paper. I had this image of a young guy bending over the desk in his boss’s office getting more than he’d bargained for, much to his joy and elation. One thing led to another, and I was soon writing more about the developing relationship not only of the two men but of Alec with the rest of the world, and himself. It became more about character development and discovery, about the interactions of characters than about arc and plot. Alec was originally written as soap opera porn.

Somewhere along the way the porn slipped into the background (did I really just say that?) and a story appeared of a young man struggling to find his place in an elite, underground powerhouse of the country’s most important men. The Rise of Alec Caldwell: Erotic Adventures of a Young Businessman takes you through the initial steps on Alec’s path to notoriety, but also paints the picture of an inexperienced, somewhat naïve young man pushing his personal boundaries in an attempt to discover more of himself.

Along the way I’ve been blessed with some much loved characters, I know some of you have your favourites, who bring that bit of extra sparkle to Alec’s complicated life. Some of them may well see a short or two of their own in the future.

I truly hope you choose to join us on Alec’s journey, and for the hardened Alec fans, there will be some new scenes in upcoming print volumes.


In other news…

I am working on the second installment of the Breaker Series (Part one, Finding King, available from LT3 Press). It delves more into the world and background of the boys and the potential dangers that lay ahead for a ‘their kind’. Jessie and Merrick take a back seat to Ace and Raif in this one, but they are still on hand with a few muddles of their own.

I’ve signed up for Goodreads MMR Love’s Landscape Promo and have a really exciting prompt. It takes me away from the sexfest that is Alec, the dysoptia of the Breaker and into a lighter world of college lads discovering…stuff. I don’t want to give too much away, but I hope you’ll stop by and read some of the great stories that will be freely donated, mine included. :)

In the meantime, here is a snippet from the new print edition of The Rise of Alec Caldwell: Erotic Adventures of a Young Businessman.

Excerpt Warning: This scene contains one or all of the following – Sex in the workplace, a horny virgin and his sexy boss, a touch of D/s, naughty language, a little exhibitionism, and just a hint of voyeurism.

In the unlikely (but possible) event of spontaneous human combustion while reading this excerpt, it is recommended you read the entire book for maximum effect. :)

On the Job Training

Alec listened as Chloe reeled off the latest conquest in her fuck every man in a fifty-mile radius life goal. Josh, Alec heard her say, was thirty-two and married but his wife didn’t like sex now she’d had their first child. Poor Josh had to make do with once a month—if, he was lucky. That sounded more than lucky from Alec’s corner. The words floated through his brain initiating auto-response as his mind focused on the curve of Rick Hamilton’s ass where he leaned over Sophie’s shoulder at the desk behind Chloe. Alec’s eye slowly traced the line over the hip and shoulder to—fuck… Hamilton was looking at him. Alec flushed at the smile playing over Hamilton’s lips and concentrated on Chloe, concentrated so hard that when Hamilton touched his shoulder, he jumped almost a foot in the air.

“I’d like to see you in my office, Alec.”

“Yes, sir. Now?”

“I think so, yes.”

Damn and blast. Alec tidied a few things on his desk and made his way to Hamilton’s office. He blushed as he closed the door and stood before the desk. Alec tried to fill his mind with mundane things—the sky looked gray for the time of the afternoon, maybe it would rain. The cherry color of Hamilton’s office furniture was the same as that of the toilet cubicle where Alec… not such a good train of thought. Alec coughed lightly, trying to shake the idea of jerking off to the image of Hamilton’s face out of his mind.

“No need to stand on ceremony. Take a seat.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“How long have you been here, Alec?”

“Two years, sir. Ten months on your team.”

“Do you like it here?”

“Very much.”

“And why is that?”

Was it a trick question? Was he expecting Alec to own up to the fact it was because he liked staring at Hamilton’s butt? “The salary is good, the people are friendly and I enjoy my work.”

“I may have something else for you.”

Fuck, no. Hamilton was going to transfer him out of the department. Alec’s shoulders slumped and his hands gripped the arms of the leather chair as he shuffled uncomfortably in his seat. Get rid of the embarrassing coworker with a crush. What else would it be?

“You’ll continue with your present workload. This will be along the lines of additional duties. Do you think you would be interested?”

No transfer. “Absolutely, sir. I’m very keen to increase my experience within the company.”

“Hmm. Stand up, Alec, and come here.” Hamilton swivelled his chair to the side and gestured to the space directly in front of him.

Alec did as he was told, trying not to pass out cold as he met Hamilton’s gaze. Looking down into Hamilton’s face definitely made Alec feel giddy. If only he had the courage to reach out and touch.

“You’re a sweet boy, Alec. Something tells me you haven’t quite understood what I’m offering you.”

“A chance for additional duties, reporting directly to you, sir?” Maybe, I think. No, Alec didn’t have a clue. What other possibilities were there?

Hamilton stood up and walked behind him. Alec could feel his breath so close to his neck, his cock started to swell. Think of something else. Think of anything else.

“It would mean late nights, working over your lunch hour and reporting to me personally every day.” The hot breath curled into Alec’s brain. “Will that be a problem?”

“Not at all, sir.” Not in a million fucking years would spending more time with you be a problem.

Hamilton returned to his desk and picked up a piece of paper. “There will, of course, be a pay increase to reflect the extra duties. Will this be sufficient?” He handed Alec the paper.

Fucking hells bells. An extra twenty thousand a year. Twenty–fucking–grand.

“M-more than sufficient, sir. Thank you.” Alec placed the paper back on the desk.

Restlessly, Hamilton prowled around behind him again and pressed his chin to Alec’s shoulder. His hand swept lightly over Alec’s arm to his shoulder and Alec shuddered, his body responding without his permission. Hamilton’s words came breathily quiet in Alec’s ear. “But you don’t know what the duties involve. How do you know if it’s enough?”

“Oh, well, um…” Nope. Alec couldn’t get the words out with Hamilton so close. It was difficult to breathe or keep hold of any thought other than if he were to turn his head, his lips would brush Hamilton’s cheek. Rock hard cock. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“You look uncomfortable. Let me take your jacket.” Hamilton’s arms slid around Alec’s waist and opened the button. He slipped the suit coat off Alec’s shoulders. Nothing left to hide the erection straining against his pants now. Hamilton folded Alec’s jacket over the desk and stood in front of him. “You seem to have a problem,” he smiled, tracing light fingers over Alec’s cock. Alec shuddered again. He’d blow any second. How more pathetic could he be?

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Hamilton.” Alec closed his eyes and looked at the floor. Just shoot me already.

“Nothing to be ashamed of, Alec. I like that you find me attractive.”

“I do. I mean, you do?”

Hamilton chuckled, still stroking the line of Alec’s cock. “Oh, yes. It will help tremendously. It will ensure your new duties are much more pleasant.”

“It will?”

Hooking a hand in the waistband of Alec’s pants, Hamilton tugged him closer before sitting in his chair. He studied Alec again with those damn sexy eyes. Alec missed his touch. How fucking stupid was that? Shouldn’t he be thinking of sexual harassment? His boss had touched him up. But what did Alec expect when he was the one always making eyes at Hamilton?

“Let me help you out with that.” Hamilton wheeled forward in his chair and reached out to unbuckle Alec’s belt.

You have got to be kidding me.

Hamilton unhooked Alec’s pants, pulled the zipper and let them drop to the floor. Alec could only stare, open mouthed, as Hamilton kneaded his cock through his underwear. Hamilton winked at him as he pulled at the waistband and slipped his hands into Alec’s shorts, pulling them free of his erection and sliding them down to meet his pants. Holy, fucking, moly.

“Everything okay so far?” Hamilton said.

“Uh… oh, absolutely, Mr. Hamilton, sir.”

“Good. Then we understand each other.”

I don’t understand a fucking thing but I am not complaining—oh no, not me.

Hamilton watched Alec’s face as he leaned forward and licked a drop of pre-come from the head of Alec’s cock. Alec groaned loudly and Hamilton chuckled before taking the whole head into his mouth and sucking.

“Oh. Sweet, lord. I’ll come in about five seconds.”

Hamilton pulled back, letting Alec’s cock slip from his lips and took up a steady stroking motion with his hand as he watched Alec’s face.

“I’ll make a mess,” Alec said, squirming on the spot but not wanting it to stop.

“Yes, it does tend to do that.” Hamilton let go and sat back. “Do you suck cock, Alec?”

“Do I, uh…no, sir. I never have before.”

“But you’d like to, you like men?”

“Yes, sir. I’m happy to have a go. For you, I mean. I’m willing to learn.”

“You are a strange one.” Hamilton picked up his cell phone and appeared to send a text. He put it back on the desk and looked at Alec. “Take off your shoes and pants and bend over the desk.”

Fuck. This was it. Hamilton was going to pop his cherry. Alec couldn’t believe his body was complying with the instructions without his mind engaging. It had always been the other way around: Alec desperate to follow through but his body wouldn’t move. Now, in an office where anyone could walk in, he was half-naked so his boss could play with him, and everything seemed to be working. Was the risk of being caught the key all along, or was it the authority in Hamilton’s voice that pushed him into motion? Alec realized he couldn’t care less, he was just glad it was happening. It brought a whole new meaning to the phrase “being caught with your pants down.”

“Good boy,” Hamilton said as Alec bent over and held the edge of the desk. The words went straight to Alec’s cock and it jumped obediently. Alec heard the squeak of desk chair wheels on the floor behind him. Soft hands kneaded Alec’s butt cheeks before prying them open. A tongue lapped over his hole and he jerked. “Everything okay?” Hamilton asked.

“Yes, I just wasn’t expecting it.” Why would I think my boss was going to lick my ass? For fuck’s sake.

“Should I use lube instead?”

Damn. He was going to lose the opportunity of his life and all because he was a useless waste of a space virgin. He should lie. Just say yes and let the man get on with it.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this, Alec?” Hamilton’s hand smoothing over his back was the last straw.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Hamilton.” Alec was close to tears. Desperately trying to hold on to a last scrap of dignity seemed silly in his current position, but he really didn’t want to cry. “I’ve never. It’s just that… I don’t know what to do.”

“You’ve never been taken before?”

“No, sir.”

“That’s okay, what do you do for your boyfriends?”

Alec felt completely stupid. There was no point lying, he was rubbish at keeping up pretence. Better to just tell the truth and get it over with. “If you want to replace me, sir, I understand. I’m sorry I’m not suitable.”

“You’ve never had anal sex?”

“I’ve never had any kind of sex. Period, sir.”

“I’m sorry, Alec, are you telling me you’re a virgin? As in, a God’s honest truth, pure-as-the-driven-snow kind of virgin?”

Alec couldn’t hold the pose anymore; he turned, fell to his knees in front of Hamilton, and reached for his hand. “Please, Mr. Hamilton. I want to do this with you, for you. I want you to fuck me. I know I’m stupid and pathetic, but I fancy you like crazy and you’re the first person to suck my cock, so it makes sense for you to be the first to fuck me. I—”

“Stop.” Hamilton seemed to be thinking. He stroked Alec’s hair and face and Alec moved into the touch. It felt so natural. “I won’t fuck you.” Alec dropped his forehead on to Hamilton’s knee. Now he wanted to cry but the tears were stuck. “Not today anyway.” Alec looked up at him. Was that a glimmer of hope? “Your first time should be special, Alec, not over the desk at work.”

“But you will?”

“Yes, of course. I’m honored, really. Beautiful thing like you falling at my feet and pleading, how could I refuse?” Alec gasped lightly at Hamilton’s smile. “So sweet,” Hamilton said, and reached forward to touch Alec’s lips with his.

Alec curled a hand around Hamilton’s neck and pulled him into a full kiss. That, at least, he knew how to do. He groaned as Hamilton’s tongue slipped into his mouth and he returned his own, searching out his taste. Incredible. Everything he’d thought it would be. Alec’s cock bounced back to attention and he stroked it while deepening the kiss.

Hamilton pulled back, his eyes sparkling. “Wow, you seem to have mastered that very well.” He noticed Alec’s hand and slapped it away. “You don’t touch unless you’re given permission.”

“Sorry, sir. I don’t know the rules. Will you teach me? Make me what you need me to be.”

“Bend over the desk again. I’ll start to open you up a little.”

Alec was more confident this time. Hamilton knew the truth and still wanted this, still wanted him. That had to count for something. Hamilton spread his cheeks and licked and kissed his pucker.

“You must tell me if I do anything you don’t like or if I hurt you.”

“Yes, sir. All good, so far.” The sound was throaty. Hamilton was already licking and sucking over his hole again and then fucking hallelujah, his tongue pushed straight inside Alec’s ass. He was clean wasn’t he? Of course he was clean, he always kept meticulously clean. But was it clean enough? There were no complaints, so Alec relaxed into the sensations. His knees buckled and Hamilton let out a short laugh as he propped up Alec’s hips while still fucking him with his tongue. Alec rocked gently back against him, imagining a cock there instead.

He’d always wanted to shove something up his ass when he jacked off but never found the courage. He always wanted to watch gay porn but was too afraid the police would come knocking on his door, even though it seemed everyone watched endless porn online these days. But now… now, Hamilton was personally inducting him into the sex club. It was such a weight off his mind knowing he wouldn’t die a virgin because of his indecision. Hamilton didn’t love him but he was obviously into him and that was more than enough. Hamilton also seemed to know exactly what Alec wanted and that made Alec’s job easy. He just had to do whatever he was told to do. The thought sent a sudden, unexpected rush to his cock. “I’m going to come,” he mumbled. Hamilton stopped. “No, don’t stop. Please.” But the moment passed and Alec’s breathing started to settle.

“First lesson, Alec, you don’t come until I tell you.”

“I’ll try not to but—”

“No buts. If you come before I say, you will be punished. Do you understand?”

Punished? What the fuck? Alec tried to gather a few thoughts together.

“Alec, do you want to learn the rules or not?”

Rules. Rules were good. Alec could follow rules. Rules kept him safe. Rules were his life. “Yes. I’m not to come, until you say.”

Hamilton stroked a hand over Alec’s back. “Good boy.” Pre-come seeped from the tip of his cock at those words. “I’m going to fuck you with my fingers. Just relax and try not to clench.” Hamilton rummaged in a desk drawer. A moment later, a slick finger slipped through Alec’s pucker into his ass. Not uncomfortable but an odd sensation. Was that all there was to being fucked? What on earth was the fuss about? A steady rhythm started and again Alec rocked into the motion. “Good boy,” Hamilton purred. “You’re a natural. Just stay nice and relaxed.”

Oh, fuck. Alec’s knees buckled again as Hamilton hit something.

“Say hello to your prostate, Alec. The reason even straight men are known to like a finger fuck.”

“I can see why. Oh, shit, I’m going to come. I won’t be able to stop it.”

Hamilton stood quickly and Alec jumped as Hamilton slapped hard over his ass. Another blow, surprisingly painful, made Alec flinch. “Do I need to continue?”

“No, sir. I’m sorry. I’ll try harder.” Harder was the right word. His cock was bordering on painful, but that stung, and wasn’t fun. Not really. Maybe a little. But he had other things to concentrate on right now.

Hamilton resumed his position and continued to fuck him, this time with two fingers. Good, it felt very good. Alec was trying to think of random things, willing away his erection when the door opened. Someone came in and the door closed softly. Alec heard it lock. Fucking hell!

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Casey K Cox grew out of the wish to write and publish new works of man-love fiction. I’ve been writing for many years and as my characters develop and change so do the names I associate as their author.

In this incarnation, Casey K Cox is interested in everything homo-erotic from coming of age to the dark bitter worlds of twisted fates and broken minds.

You’ll find me hunched over my laptop, discovering new worlds with my muse, in a small country village of South West England. I live with my two beautiful kids, who think I’m more than a little crazy for my latest obsession but they roll with it and support me as always.

My interests are many and varied. Science, archaeology, remote sensing, religions, philosophy, esoteric studies, gematria, crafts (of the hands on kind), painting and watching things grow.

My favourite authors at the moment are Aleksandr Voinov, Manna Francis, Twisted Hilarity and Jade Archer.

I hope you enjoy this visit to my world.

Find Casey at the following locations: BLOG | Facebook

The Rise of Alec Caldwell: Erotic Adventures of a Young Businessman is available for purchase at the following etailers: Brunos | Amazon US | Amazon UK

Dreamspinner Press, Jamie Fessenden, Reviewed by Tina

Jamie Fessenden Does “Screwups” Just Right – Reviewed by Tina

“I am more than my scars.” – Andrew Davidson

Title: Screwups

Author: Jamie Fessenden

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Pages/Word Count:

Rating: 4 Stars

Blurb: In 1996, Jake Stewart is starting his third year at the University of New Hampshire. Even as a successful business major, he is absolutely miserable. Not only is Jake pursuing a field he hates when he’d rather study art, he is utterly terrified of what will happen if his father finds out he’s gay. When he finally gets up the courage to move into the creative arts dorm on campus, his new roommate, Danny, is openly gay—and there’s no denying the attraction between them.
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Reviewed by Lisa, S.A. McAuley, Totally Bound

S.A. McAuley’s “Powerless” Is An Emotionally Charged And Action Packed Read

“I come to you with blood on my hands and you see peace?”

“You come to me with blood on your hands and I see sacrifice.” –

S.A. McAuley

Title: Powerless (The Borders War: Book Three)

Author: S.A. McAuley

Publisher: Totally Bound

Pages/Word Count: 61,894 Words

Rating: 5 Stars

Blurb: He was built to be invincible.

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Cornelia Grey, Storm Moon Press

Characters of the Circus of Wonders – A Guest Post by Cornelia Grey

Hello, everyone, and thank you for having me around to talk about my newest release – Benjamin Pepperwhistle and the Fantabulous Circus of Wonders!

I sat down with the good intention of writing a post about how I create characters… and instantly found myself stumped because, well, the truth is I don’t.

Writers often talk about how they don’t feel like they’ve created a story, per se, but it’s more as if the story simply came to them, poured out of their brain already formed. For me, it’s partly true in regards to the story: the plot comes to me as if by magic and, within moments, the general gist of the story pours down on the page and I don’t really know where it came from. But then, I very deliberately work and think and tinker to craft a full, well-structured plot, so I know where that came from. It is, instead, absolutely true for my characters.

One of the common tools suggested to writers who need to come up with a character is the information sheet: a list of detailed questions about your character’s past, attitudes, preferences, how he would feel and react in certain situations, what was his teddy bear’s name… well, those have never worked for me. The characters come to me on their own terms, and reveal only what they feel like at the moment…

Over the years, I have accumulated a ton of inspiration pics – for settings, props, fantastical creatures, and for characters as well. So I like to browse around them for a bit, in case any of those jumps out, because I really like having visual references for what I’m working on!

When I start writing, apart from the physical aspect, I usually have just a rough idea of the personality and the general attitude of the character. Only rarely do I know a lot about their past at the beginning. It’s like I have just met a new friend, and I get to know them as I follow them along in the story. Sometimes a big revelation about their past slips out during a bit of dialogue, or as the character is thinking to himself, and surprises even me! It’s such an exciting adventure to discover who they are and how they think step by step.

Sometimes, I get halfway through the story and still don’t know the character’s name. I have pages and pages of potential names written down, but somehow I get through all of them without any of them jumping out at me. So maybe I try one for a while, then another… but there’s no way around it: the right name will pop out right away, and until that happens, nothing will work. Sometimes, instead, the names slip out naturally as I write, which is luckily what happened with Benjamin Pepperwhistle (yes, even with that surname!) and the handsome pistoleer, Cole Beauchamp. It is really quite perplexing to wonder where the heck those names may have come from – they just appeared on the page as I was typing, and I could swear I hadn’t come across the surname Beauchamp in years, let alone Pepperwhistle!

Benjamin and Cole were a pleasure to write. They came to life on the page easy as pie, almost on their own, complete with their contrasting personalities… and a magnetic attraction to each other! I hope you will enjoy getting to know them :)!

Benjamin Pepperwhistle and the Fantabulous Circus of Wonders
Now Available for $2.99 at Storm Moon Press

Benjamin Pepperwhistle has one overriding desire: to handle the glorious machinery that is a gun. So when he decides to run away to join the circus, it’s only natural that he should seek out the legendary pistoleer, Cole Beauchamp, and beg to be his assistant. Life in the circus has definite ups and downs, but as Benjamin settles in to his role, he finds that some perks are even better than he’d anticipated.

S.A. McAuley, Totally Bound

Is Merq Grayson A Liar? S.A. McAuley Will Let You In On A Little Secret, And She’s Also Giving Away A Book

You would think we know just about everything there is to know about Merq Grayson since he’s the one telling us his story. But, I’m going to let you into one of the harsh truths of The Borders War series. As it turns out, Merq…lies.

He is the most unreliable narrator I’ve worked with so far.

That’s not to say Merq is the type of narrator who is actively trying to deceive his audience. Not consciously at least. His fallibility comes from the skewed perspective of a violent and solitary upbringing. His hesitancy towards anything personal is the product of unrealistic expectations that have been laid on him since before birth, yet he’s determined to meet.

The secrets surrounding Merq are fascinating, and a puzzle to be unraveled as the series unfolds. But the core of who Merq is as a person is just as intriguing. Maybe more, for me.

I’ve read a couple thought-provoking discussions on Merq’s “voice” and whether or not it matches the man that physically dominates the pages of these stories. That Merq’s narrative voice doesn’t match who he appears to be at first glance—or who he should be based on his history and his job—is one of the most interesting aspects of his characterization.

His inner dialogue, his curiosity of world history, and his philosophical bent—the words that show a depth of reflection that his actions don’t—those are hints to who Merq really is, and more importantly, who he wants to be. Because what kind of fun would it be if Merq was solely an unthinking soldier? What would be the point of us listening to anything he has to say?

And the one question that raises so many other considerations: would Armise Darcan be willing to forfeit so much for a man who was ordinary outside of his prowess on the battlefield?

You get hints of the real Merq in One Breath, One Bullet. We discover more of who he is at his core in Dominant Predator. As he awakens to the world inside him (and not just around him) in Powerless, you’ll begin to see who Merq is, not just who he appears to be.

As with any author/character relationship, there is some of me that bleeds through to Merq. That’s inevitable. But more often than not, what Merq says and does surprises me. He has a distinct voice in my head. He doesn’t tolerate shit. He has a low patience threshold even though that trait should have been drummed out of him. He misses a lot of what happens around him because he’s blind to the emotional nuances flowing around him.

My Inspiration For Young Merq

Merq is still like a child emotionally. And for good reason. He never had parents that showered him with affection, or any affection at all. He was ripped away from his only stable home when he was five and began training to be a soldier. He was raised to view his interactions with other people with suspicion—to seek out hidden motivations and to be so detached that he has the ability to kill anyone at anytime. Even his own life is not given as much value (by himself or his superiors) as the mission.

His “romantic” relationships during his teenage years were based mostly on a mutual need for physical release. And now the one man he can’t get out of his head is Armise Darcan—the only person on the planet who is Merq’s equal and, by all rights, should be Merq’s enemy.

It’s no wonder Merq has major trust issues.

Trust. Yeah, right. I can hear Merq scoffing in my head. It’s a word Merq throws around a lot yet has no concept of what it really means. Or rather, he hasn’t so far.

The Merq Grayson that emerges from the pages of Powerless is…grown. By the time Powerless ends, it has been almost two years since Merq restarted the Borders War with his Winchester and that bullet. It’s been more than fifteen years since Armise kissed Merq for the first time.

Merq has witnessed much more death than he has life. He has experienced much more frustration than hope. And yet, he wants to live and he wants to hope.

He is a liar, but that doesn’t mean he’s dishonest. We just may have to endure more deception before Merq is ready to admit what his ultimate truth really is.


BLURB: One Breath, One Bullet

Face to face, and rifle to rifle. The time and location change, but never the circumstance. Merq Grayson and Armise Darcan are enemies. And neither will be considered successful until the other is dead.

It is the year 2558. A mere decade has passed since the signing of the treaty which ended the three hundred year long Borders War. In the midst of an uneasy peace, the world gathers for the first Olympic games since the war began.

The Rifle competition showcases the very soldiers who fought in the war, pitting former enemies against one another again. Continental States Peacemaker Merq Grayson will once again battle the Dark Ops officer from the People’s Republic of Singapore, Armise Darcan, this time under the flag of their own uneasy truce. The relationship between Merq and Armise is one of violence, secrecy, and a growing intimacy that could have them both branded as traitors.

But there is more at stake than pride or medals in these games. And neither Merq nor Armise may be able to make it out alive before the fires of revolution are set ablaze again.

Dominant Predator

A relationship is the least of Merq and Armise’s concerns…

With one bullet Merq Grayson set the wealthiest citizens of the world on a collision course with the poorest-with those fighting for their freedom. As the Borders War reignites, the Revolution faces heavy losses. They scramble to maintain their advantage, to strike at the Opposition and crumble their power structure before they are able to rally.

But Merq is in the midst of an internal battle that shakes him to the core. For the first time in his life Merq will have to reconcile the inherent tragedy of war and decide just how much vengeance can be justified by spilt blood. How much can he trust the men and women around him? The President, Neveed, his former soldiers, his parents…and Armise.

Merq and Armise find themselves off grid and on the hunt for Committee members. Merq is just as unsettled with Armise at his side as he was with Armise as an enemy, but they will have to learn how to fight together-or they may just die together.

Aleksandr Voinov, L.A. Witt, Reviewed by Lisa, Riptide Publishing

L.A. Witt & Aleksandr Voinov Score Another Win With “If It Drives” – Reviewed by Tina

“Once you know what you want, you can make the rest happen.” – Aleksandr Voinov

Title: If It Drives (A Market Garden Tale)

Author: L.A. Witt & Aleksandr Voinov

Publisher: Riptide Publishing

Pages/Word Count: 221 Pages

Rating: 5 Stars

Blurb: If it flies, drives, or fornicates, it’s cheaper to rent it.
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Kay Berrisford, Loose Id, Reviewed by Sammy

Bad Slave by Kay Berrisford Draws You In And Carries You Along To An Explosive End! – Reviewed by Sammy

“Hope is the power of being cheerful in circumstances that we know to be desperate.” –G.K. Chesterton

Title: Bad Slave

Author: Kay Berrisford

Publisher: Loose Id

Pages/Word Count: 173 Pages

Rating: 4 Stars

Blurb: When the king commands former war hero Captain Jay Ghair to find him the perfect royal sex slave, Jay’s quiet new life as a librarian is shattered.

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Dreamspinner Press, Reviewed by Kim, Rhys Ford

Kim Recommends You Give A Listen To Rhys Ford’s “Whiskey and Wry”

“Nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death.” ― William S. Burroughs

Title: Whiskey and Wry: Audio Book

Author: Rhys Ford

Narrator: Tristan James

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Audio Length: 8 hours 41 minutes

Rating: 5 stars

Blurb: Sequel to Sinner’s Gin
Sinners Series: Book Two

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Cassandra Carr, Loose Id

How Can You Stand Out In A Crowded Publishing Space? A Guest Article And Excerpt From Cassandra Carr

Today’s publishing market is more crowded than ever before, but no area is worse than the romance market. Romance overall is a bigger market than any other, but when you add the proliferation of self-published authors, the situation gets even crazier. So how do you as an author, whether new or old, get noticed?

The gay romance genre, though newer than some, is experiencing growing pains similar to many other genres. Sometimes authors have no idea where to go or how to spend their promotional dollars. Alas, since I am a self-professed promo whore, I’m going to give you a couple of ideas.

1- Make friends with reviewers and bloggers. You know, like the people who run this wonderful blog. ;-) Bloggers want to help authors. They love reading, and any blog devoted exclusively to gay romance is probably a big proponent of the genre. Plus, their audience is very focused on what you’re trying to sell. That’s a classic win-win.

2- When/If you go to a conference, either attend or be a panel member of some workshops geared toward gay romance. Even better if it’s a reader party, like the one I’m doing at RT Convention this year, Tops n Bottoms, with Tara Lain, Marie Sexton, Amy Lane, and ZA Maxfield. If you’re an attendee at RT, you should check it out! https://www.rtconvention.com/eventworkshop/tops-and-bottoms-create-your-own-malemale-story-heroes

3- Publish often, if you’re able to. Readers hate waiting and in this atmosphere, they’ll forget about you and move on. Sounds harsh, but it’s true. Look at the most successful authors, whether they’re MM or not. One thing they have in common: they’re prolific.

4- Understand the market you’re trying to make a splash in. What’s selling as far as themes, heat levels, length? I’m not advocating you write for the market, but it’s not a bad idea to keep readers’ tastes in mind when writing.

What other ways can you differentiate yourself? Tell me in the comments! Thanks for having me on today!

BLURB for Hiding in Plain Sight: Vladimir Gusev exists in a living hell. A year ago in the Olympics he was forced to use a homophobic slur during a game, and guilt is eating him from the inside out. Not only is Vladimir not a homophobe, but in the aftermath of the Olympics, he was finally able to admit his true nature to himself. Yet he’s been taught homosexuality is a sin, so he tries to push away his feelings, but to no avail.

Joe Bufford is an out gay man and an ex-Delta Force member who was medically discharged after an injury to his hand leaves him no longer able to perform his duties. His job as a mechanic at the airport is hardly a long-term career choice, but Joe has no idea where he can utilize the skills he learned in the Army.

Vladimir and Joe meet, and Joe instantly recognizes Vladimir as a terrified closet case. Before he knows it, Joe is offering to help Vladimir figure out what he is and what he wants. As time goes on, Joe begins to hope more and more that the answers to those questions lie with him.



Before Joe could open the door, Vlad turned him around and caged him in as his hands slapped the door on each side of his head. Then Vlad was kissing him, his insistent tongue pressing into Joe’s mouth as he leaned his weight on him, crushing Joe between him and the door. Holy hell. Joe wanted to sink into the kiss, wanted to sink into the man. I can’t. I can’t deal with a closet case. I had enough of that bullshit in the Army. Besides, the guy’s drunk. I’m the only gay guy he knows, and he’s experimenting. He’ll probably regret doing it tomorrow. He pushed Vlad back and wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

“I was bad?”

The guy looked crushed.

“No, no, God no. You’re frighteningly good at that.” He ran a hand through his hair. Vlad wouldn’t look at him. “Vlad, when you kiss a guy, I mean really kiss him, he should be someone great, someone you really like.”

Vlad nodded, but the misery was plain on his face.

“Hey,” Joe said softly. “I just want you to have the best experience you can.” Even if I want you, I won’t go through that again. I’m finally free. “I almost forgot. Before I leave, I wanted to give you my cell number. If you decide you’d like to talk some more, I mean.” Definitely not fuck. Definitely.



He’d been screwed from the first minute he’d seen Vlad. The man was far too tempting for Joe’s peace of mind. Before he had more time to drive himself crazy, Joe grabbed Vlad by the chin. There were only four other people in the theater, all sitting farther forward. Joe kissed Vlad, swallowing the little moan that escaped the other man. His cock twitched, and he wanted to make Vlad moan again, to lose control, no matter where they were.

Joe ran his tongue over the seam of Vlad’s lips, and they immediately parted, letting his tongue in to explore. Vlad tasted vaguely of spice, and Joe couldn’t get enough. Emitting a low growl, Joe dived in farther, and Vlad matched his marauding tongue stroke for stroke. Reaching down, Joe unsnapped Vlad’s jeans. Vlad jumped and pulled away, his eyes wild.

“What are you doing?” he whispered, wildly scanning the room.

“I need to touch you.”

“Here? Now?”

“No one’s watching.” Joe ran the backs of his fingers along the ridge of Vlad’s cock. “Let me.”


Vlad quickly unzipped and pulled out his dick. Joe’s mouth watered, but he knew instinctively the guy would freak if he tried to go down on him here. Vlad’s cock was perfect—a little longer and definitely thicker than his own—and Joe’s ass clenched as he imagined taking that stiff rod inside. He was too far gone to stop now and took a firm hold of Vlad’s dick, pumping it. Slipping his other arm around the back of Vlad’s seat, he kissed Vlad again, partly because he loved the taste of him and partly to disguise the little moans and groans Vlad was making as Joe worked him. It didn’t take long before Vlad spurted hot cum all over Joe’s hand.

Pulling away from Vlad, Joe brought his cum-covered hand to his mouth and licked it clean. Vlad’s eyes were like saucers. He grabbed Joe by the back of the neck and brought their lips together in a bruising kiss, pushing his tongue inside his mouth. Joe shared Vlad’s flavor with him, but broke the kiss to help Vlad put himself back together before someone caught them.

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Cassandra Carr is a romance writer whose work has been praised by many prominent publishing industry media outlets such as Publisher’s Weekly and Romantic Times. Her books have won several “Best Of” awards. Her novella Unexpected Top was nominated in the E-book Erotic Romance category of RT’s 2013 Reviewers’ Choice Awards. When not writing she enjoys watching hockey and hanging out online.

She thinks the best part of being a writer is how she writes about love and sex while most others struggle with daily commutes, micro-managing bosses and cranky co-workers. Her inspiration comes from everywhere, but she’d particularly like to thank the Buffalo Sabres, the hockey team near and dear to her heart.

To learn more about Cassandra, check out her website at http://www.booksbycassandracarr.com; like her on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/AuthorCassandraCarr, or follow her on Twitter at http://www.twitter.com/Cassandra_Carr.

Draven St. James, Loose Id

It’s A Draven St. James Book Blast And Giveaway Kind Of Day

BLURB: Aspen Starr is in a bind and not in a good way. His father is trying to use him to sweeten a business deal and being a bought boy toy holds no appeal. Just when he thinks he has no options left Sundae’s Custom Easter Baskets knocks at his door. Soon he finds himself blindly following a trail right into the path of a sexy new boss and a whole new mess of carnal complications.

Garren Thomas has rules and one of those is to never get involved with an employee. Easy to say, harder to enforce when Aspen is hired on. With each passing day Garren’s control slips until all he wants to do is spend his days with Aspen in his bed.

When faced with giving into his desires, Garren sees his simple life being torn apart. Can he get Aspen out of his system without losing his heart? Aspen isn’t much better off. He is drawn to Garren, but he can’t help the fear that the secrets from his past will destroy it all. As Aspen’s begins to lose himself within the confusion of sex and love one question plagues him: who sent the basket?

BUY LINKS: Loose Id | Amazon

EXCERPT: Garren pushed away from the wall and into the light of the lobby. “Looks like I missed out on a lot.”

Aspen ducked his head and went to his desk to dig around in a drawer. The first time Taylor had sent him shopping for office supplies, Aspen had bought random sheets of kids’ stickers. On the rare occasion Taylor performed child evaluations, a little bribery to bring out good behavior never hurt. Aspen came away with two sheets of fairy stickers.

“Not too much. We’re working on crowns and a new kingdom.” Aspen swerved around Garren, his eyes twinkling. “Do you want a crown?”

Garren narrowed his eyes on Aspen. He put his hands on Aspen’s shoulders to stop him and leaned in to whisper, “That was low. There’s no way I can refuse those pixies. I’m going to end up with a glittery, construction-paper crown glued to my head, aren’t I?”

Aspen looked over his shoulder. “Don’t worry there won’t be glitter on yours. I’ll be the queen,” he murmured with a grin. “So you’ll need to fill the role as king.”
Garren shook his head. “You’re trouble.”

Aspen shimmied to dislodge Garren’s hands. “You just figured that out?”
With a resigned sigh Garren followed him.

“Girls, I found someone else who needs a crown,” Aspen declared, gesturing at Garren.

The tykes jumped up and down. Garren fought the urge to reach out and hug Aspen for giving them this moment of levity even at Garren’s expense.

Aspen held out the stickers, and the enthusiasm magnified until the girls were dancing around the room. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” the girls chanted in a singsong fashion.

A softly murmured, “Oh my,” came from behind Garren.

Garren turned to yet again see the shimmer of tears in Mrs. Burgett’s eyes, but a smile accompanied the moisture.

Aspen grinned back at her. “I hope you don’t mind. The girls have been fantastic. We’ve managed to make crowns and bracelets.”

“Even for you, Mommy,” one of the twins piped up and ran over to Mrs. Burgett to carefully hand her the items as though they were made of glass.

Mrs. Baker cradled them. “Thank you, Maryann.”

“Becca and Mr. Aspen helped,” Maryann replied.

“And we ate apples and cheese crackers,” Becca added.

Garren looked briefly at Aspen. He’d seen Aspen eating the same things earlier in the week.

“That was very nice of Mr. Aspen,” Mrs. Burgett said with a hitch in her voice. “But we have to go now, girls.”

“Oh,” the girls replied with exaggerated pouts on both their faces.

“Say thank-you to Mr. Aspen,” Mrs. Burgett directed.

Both girls ran over to Aspen and threw their arms around his waist. “Sorry we didn’t get a chance to make your crown,” Becca said.

“That’s fine, sweetheart. I’ll be sure to make a matching one when you leave,” Aspen assured her.

“You need to make two,” Maryann interjected. “One for the big king behind you. That way we’ll know you’re helping rule the kingdom even if we can’t see you.”
Garren wanted to pick the girl up and hug her. Tell her that everything would work itself out and she’d never be hurt again. While it was a possibility if Mrs. Burgett went through with the charges, he wouldn’t make promises he couldn’t keep.

“Thank you, Mr. Aspen,” Mrs. Burgett said. “You don’t know how much I appreciate you taking care of my girls.”

“You’re welcome,” Aspen responded.

Maryann and Becca skipped over to their mom, and grabbed hold of her hands as they exited the office.

Garren stared after their retreating backs. He grimaced at the tattered clothes and worn shoes. His jaw clenched, and he pivoted and stalked back to his office. The lump in his throat threatened to shatter his control of his emotions. He made it through the door, placed his hands on his desk, and breathed deeply. Mrs. Burgett reminded him of his mother.

Aspen lightly touched his back, and Garren jerked around to gaze at him.
“I know you’ll do all you can,” Aspen confided.

“And you?” Garren cracked and cupped Aspen’s face with one hand. “You gave those little girls your lunch and made them laugh. You took away their stress and let them be kids.”

Aspen glanced away. “I did what anyone else would do. They deserve to have as much joy as every other child.”

“You’re wrong. Not everyone would do what you did. I think most would have set them in the lobby and spent the time telling them to be quiet.” Garren had seen that reality time and time again.

Aspen shrugged.

Garren caved and leaned in until his lips were mere inches from Aspen’s. “You are so beautiful.”

Aspen didn’t back away. His breath came faster, and his eyes flashed with that same glow Garren had seen in the past.

“Garren,” Aspen whispered with a thread of uncertainty.

Garren brushed his thumb over Aspen’s full lower lip, and desire zinged through his body when Aspen’s tongue peeked out to trace the path. Garren’s brain screamed what a huge mistake kissing Aspen would be, but at that point he wasn’t being ruled by his head.

AUTHOR BIO: I’m a born and raised Oregonian. I’ve traveled extensively in search of mischief and mayhem to fill my books. My ventures have been quite successful in inspiring a wealth of stories both sexy and humorous. It gives me a great excuse to do some crazy stuff in the name of research. Of course at the end of the day, coffee within reach, laptop at the ready is where I find my peace.

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Mathew Ortiz, Reviewed by Lana, Self-Published

This Is One “Halestorm” You’ll Be Happy To Be Caught In – Reviewed by Lana

“Witches don’t look like anything. Witches are. Witches do.” ― Franny Billingsley

Title: Halestorm (Love and Salvage: Book Three)

Author: Mathew Ortiz

Publisher: Self-Published

Pages/Word Count: 139 Pages

Rating: 5 Stars

Blurb: Cursed, he must be cursed. Everything about Bumper Gaither drew Hale like a moth to a flame. When Bumper walked into the room, time stood still for Hale, and it took all he had not to scale Mount Bumper. Every fiber of Hale’s being wanted to throw himself into the big bear’s arms. There was one problem. Well not a problem, exactly. How was Hale gonna tell Bumper, that he was a witc…
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A.J. Corza, Chris T. Kat, Dreamspinner Press, GotYouCovrd, J.M. Snyder, JMS Books LLC, Paul Alan Fahey

A.J. Corza’s Got You Covered – This Week’s Topic – Different Types Of Art To Choose From

Book covers come in all shapes and sizes, all colors and textures. Book covers are a window into the author’s soul, a little glimpse of what is to come, and the artist who creates the cover is just the mouthpiece of the author.

Book covers can be paintings, drawings, photographs, collage, and most often these days, photo manipulated, or Photoshopped, for the laymen. It pretty much depends on what the author wants done, what their personal vision is. More often than not, the authors don’t tend to have a set vision for the cover because their mindset is more about the broad strokes of a full story. A cover artist certainly takes the entire story into consideration but tries to narrow that focus to one specific idea. Let me tell you, it’s really hard sometimes to do that. Trying to distill 300 plus pages of detail into one cover without overcrowding or muddying up the works takes talent and skill.

I feel for the authors out there, though. Thinking and eventually accomplishing your goal of writing a book, then actually moving on to publishing a book is a feat in itself, but then…gah, the cover? What sort of cover do you want? If you’re a lucky author going with a publishing company, generally you get assigned an artist. Tthey show you three or so mockups, you choose and bam, you can relax your brain. Freelance authors aren’t so lucky. Their choices are: ask a family member or friend (if they’re lucky enough), doing it themselves, or going out into the world and finding an artist.

If you choose to do the latter, that’s when the real fun begins. It’s a lot like finding a new dentist, painful in every way. First you go to Google, then you type in book cover artist, and then you get buried beneath the virtual onslaught of artists there are. As I said before all shapes and all sizes.

One such type is Collage:

It’s the same exact setup as your everyday craft store collage. Find pics that fit and slap them together. Well, you’d think that, wouldn’t you? But any person that does collage knows that you can’t do that at all. You have to have an eye for color, for shape, and mainly for form, otherwise you just get a huge ol’ mess that turns people off rather than encouraging them to buy. Both of these covers for Paul Alan Fahey were done by J.M.Snyder and are great examples of the collage feel. Both covers are clean, concise, and a unique melding of pictures. Especially Bomber’s Moon, which definitely has more of a cut out quality to it but manages to be interesting without looking like a 7th grader cut out a photo that they liked and stuck it on a cover. Even the lighting that hits each picture in a different way still manages to look cool and to convey a really different, distinctive feel. It somehow, to me anyways, makes it almost feel three dimensional, especially with the black sky.

3D Modeling is another route an author can go, and this cover done by Zathyn Priest is a perfect example of 3-dimensional artwork. Lots of color and motion fill the entire cover. You can practically feel the warmth that must be coming off the dragon’s skin. Did I mention I’m a huge fan of the dragon? 3D really gives the impression that both the man and beast are going to wander off the cover and nip you right in the tender regions, doesn’t it? I’m pretty much digging it myself. Especially since I can’t even begin to tell you how much time goes into creating 3D art. I took a class in it when I was getting my A.A., and it was not what I would call even in the realm of easy. Hell, I had a bitch of a time getting a ball to look right, let alone a dragon and a man. I honestly can’t recall if I’ve seen any other artists out there doing 3D work on book covers, but if this is the sort of art that gets you excited, we know of at least one artist now, don’t we?

Then of course there is photography. The saying that a picture can speak a thousand words is too true, even if it’s only the opening gambit on a 1000 page treatise about the mating cycle of a cricket. You can learn so much from one photograph if you just take the time to look. Especially if they are used such as they have been on this cover. Look at the subject closely: doesn’t his face speak to you of a life fully lived? He wears his time on this earth in the creases on his cheeks and the pinched line of his mouth. Don’t his eyes convey a certain curiosity mixed with inherent knowledge that brings about a clarity of view from living that life? (And yep I just used up all my 20 dollar words for the day) Doesn’t that make you curious also?

Painting is another way to go. Whether it’s a full line sketch, airbrushed into full blooming beauty such as The Wolf and His Diva written by Chris T. Kat artwork by Paul Richmond, or a combination of photography plus airbrushing, such as the cover done by Ravven for Born in Flames by Candace Knoebel. Painted covers can be stunning and beautiful and can make you just want to jump into that cover and travel to that world. They can make you yearn to meet the man looking so sweetly at the squirrel, or the fiery redhead half covered in dragon scales. The beauty of an artist that can paint/sketch/or combine either element with photography? They can pretty much make anything your little heart could desire.

The question is, though, as an author, how do you choose? And there’s no easy answer for that. You have to go with what your gut tells you, but always, always remember that what you love may not be what the masses will respond to. Your covers are the first introduction to your buying public, and it is absolutely imperative that you take them into consideration. If you have a cover that no one cares for, who’s going to buy the book? So be wary, gentle authors, and don’t skimp on quality. The only one that you will hurt in the end is yourself.

Have a great day and may the good books be with you!

All thoughts and comments are the reviewers only and not the viewpoints of others. If I’ve made you angry, stepped on any toes, or otherwise ruffled any feathers, I do apologize. This is just for fun, and written in the hopes that it will help fledgling book authors and artists to grow and learn.

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Dreamspinner Press, Tia Fielding

No, It’s Not A Mirage, We Really Do Have Tia Fielding Here With Us Today

TNA: Hi, Tia, thanks so much for being here with us today. Why don’t we start out by having you tell us a little bit about yourself: hobbies, interests, things we might not know about you but should?

Tia: First of all, thank you for having me! I live in the middle of nowhere town in eastern Finland. Pretty much like the town in my shifter series, the one that’s closest to the farm. I love where I live, so it sort of ended up starring in a series because the environment is such a bit part of the story there.

I’m chronically single, a romantic at heart, and a wee bit on the kinky side. I’m also a crazy cat person, and I would adopt all stray dogs from Spain if I could (I have one already, wish I could add more to my fur family!)

TNA: Have you always written M/M Romance, or is that something that came along later in your writing career? What was your first published M/M title, and if you could go back in time to the moment you sat down and began writing it, what’s the one piece of advice you’d give yourself now that you have the benefit of experience?

Tia: I have one other-than-M/M romance title that was once upon a time published by Summerhouse Publishing. That came out I think a couple of weeks before my first M/M novella, Auld Lang Syne, did. The first story is a short M/M/F piece called The Double Ds. (If anyone wants to still read it, just email me and we’ll talk. ;))

I’d written fan fiction for a couple of years-ish by the time I looked at an anthology call on the Dreamspinner website. I had this idea for a story and went “oh well, they’ll never take it, but at least I’d have written something original!”

Turns out they didn’t want the story for the cowboys anthology, but they offered me a separate contract which blew me away completely. Still sort of does! I don’t think there’s anything to add to that me, she needed to learn all the stuff she did with that process, and I compliment her on taking the risk to submitting to her favorite M/M publisher.

TNA: Do you remember the first M/M book you ever read? If so, what was it, and what about it made the most lasting impression upon you?

Tia: I THINK it was Bareback by Chris Owen, one of those (for me) early cowboy M/M books. I loved the gritty, the hot smexy, and the MCs were wonderful from my POV. I don’t look at the book the same anymore, but I can still see why I loved it back then. It’s a good book, but MANY have come after it and stolen my geeky heart away. ;)

TNA: How would you describe your books to someone who hasn’t read them yet? Do your characters share common qualities? What’s your idea of a great protagonist?

Tia: I’d, firstly, say that I have a writing style that’s not for everyone. It’s a fact that I acknowledge completely. I also always try to leave something to the reader to figure out. It might be much in one story, but a lot in another. It’s about the little things for me, and I tend to write very character driven, slightly outside-the-box stories.

I’ve yet to write something I didn’t need to get out of my head. I also tend to tackle some things and issues that people shy away from sometimes in romance (HIV, alcoholism, threesomes as a way to actually just spice up a relationship or to serve another non-menage purpose, and so on.)

I’d like to think my protagonists tend to be faulty men in some ways, and mostly they know exactly what their problem is, but they can be a bit in denial about it and that’s where the romance steps in to correct their ways. ;)

TNA: Let’s talk a little bit about your latest release, Mirage. In a sea of twenty-something romances, what made you decide to make Jasper a more, shall we say, mature character? Are there advantages to writing about a man who’s reached middle age? Did the broader range of his life experiences offer you a richer vein to tap from while writing this book?

Tia: First of all, Mirage came from the idea of a closeted, already past his prime, country star. It was obvious pretty soon that Jasper’s Major Problem was his alcoholism and his feelings of worthlessness. He also needed reasons for surviving that long, and having children—because he’s such a loving person—seemed obvious and realistic with how Jasper had lived his life.

He also needed to have a career in music behind him. Those things won’t come quickly. There was also something very rugged about the way Jasper is, and that, from my point of view, often comes from a hard life and/or age. No twenty-something could be where Jasper is, I don’t think. So yeah, there’s so much more to write about, and the age adds a layer of things they already know about themselves but, like in Jasper’s case, might still be struggling with.

TNA: If Jasper “Red” Blue were to describe himself in just a few sentences, what would he want us to know about him?

Tia: I think he’d say he’s finally happy, but still a bit scared of his demons. And he’d certainly say he won’t ever be a surfer, but he won’t mind watching Cade surf with Jasper’s kids. Then he’d go get some coffee and pet his dogs, most likely.

TNA: Cade Wallace is the man who turns Jasper just a little bit inside-out. If Jasper were to describe Cade in just a few sentences, what are some of the things he’d want us to know about him?

Tia: Somewhere in my head, Jasper snorted when I read the question and Cade said “Libido-awakening.” Then there was some playful wrestling that turned into making out…. Wait, what was the question?

I think Jasper would just say Cade is beautiful in every way that matters. He’d also probably add something about Cade’s long hair just because he likes it so much and it would be a perfect way to tease Cade a bit.

TNA: What would you say makes Jasper and Cade work as a couple? How do they contrast and complement each other?

Tia: They both have a need to belong to someone in a very basic way. They both want a home to be a person, not a place, and they need to know the other person won’t just get up and leave when the first obstacle comes along.

Jasper is more serious and needs a bit of a boost sometimes because his view of himself is pretty low. Cade can be the person to remind him of his worth and love him without condition.

Then, if we look at it the other way, Cade needs someone calm and kind to be there for him to balance him out. And someone who knows he might get restless and know how to deal with it.

TNA: What made you decide to settle on country music as Jasper’s forte? Did you have a playlist you listened to as you wrote, and if so, what’s the one song that brought everything together for you as you wrote this story?

Tia: I think one of the reasons I chose country was that I used to say for a long time I’d listen to anything but country music. I was very prejudiced and thought I’d never find country I’d like. Then a friend managed to introduce me to some country in the right moment, and here I am, actually voluntarily listening to some of the newer country songs out there.

There’s also the age old thing about country being very white and straight, and nothing else isn’t accepted easily, if at all. But then when you look around, there are people trying to change that, and something about it all fascinated me enough to write a whole book around the world. I have to admit though, when I first started to write it, I thought it would be much more into the country politics and fears of GLBTQ than it turned out to be. For the life of me I can’t seem to write anything but character driven stuff!

I’ll do you one better than just sharing general song inspiration (there was a lot of that!) and show you the contents of the cover album Jasper records in the book in addition to his actual new album. Just picture the songs being performed in a low, raspy male voice in country style, and you’re pretty much there.

Mirage Playlist

TNA: Would you care to share an excerpt from Mirage with us?

Tia: Oh yes. This is from when the guys meet for the first time, and their dogs meet one another as well.

Sighing, Jasper closed his eyes in the welcome shade of the sunroof.

He woke up with a start a few hours later when Smith got up from next to his chair. The dog stood still as a statue, cropped ears fixed toward the house. Wesson was on alert too, his blessedly intact ears looking for the sound Smith was hearing.

“What is it, boys?” Jasper got up and took a look at his wristwatch. “Damn it!” He’d slept for hours!

He made his way inside and through the house, the dogs flanking him on both sides. He opened the front door and stepped out to see headlights in a cloud of dust approaching from the main road.

Jasper had no time to be worried or panic, because he could see it was a truck and he needed to put one foot in front of another to get to the spot he had thought was perfect to park the large vehicle.

By the time he was there, the gleaming dark-gray truck was slowing down already. Jasper waved a hand toward what was possibly going to be a riding ring eventually—if he ever got to it—and Wallace pulled into the spot like the pro he was.

When the guy opened his door, a few notes of the latest Carrie Underwood single Janey had been singing during their movie night drifted into the summer evening before the radio was turned off.

And then it was time to face the music.

Cade Wallace dropped down from the cabin and told his dog—Jasper could see a white head peeking from the window—to stay put. The man closed the door and turned toward Jasper.

“Red Blue, I presume,” Wallace said, and extended his hand for a shake.

“Cade Wallace.” Jasper tilted his head and shook Wallace’s hand.

“Just call me Cade, since that part is real and not invented.” Cade grinned, his teeth white in his tanned face.

“On this property I’m either Jasper or Red.” Jasper nodded and let go of the offered hand.

“These your boys?” Cade nodded at the dogs that still stood behind Jasper, guarding him.

“Yeah.” Jasper turned so that Cade could see the dogs better and to hide his obvious staring.

The man was, in one word, stunning. From his tanned arms to the dimples when he smiled, to the mystery of a crocheted hat on his head that seemed to hide a mass of hair based on the way it was stretched in the back.

“Hello, boys.” Cade knelt down to be at the dogs’ level.

“This is Smith, and that’s Wesson. I’ve had them for four years or so.” Jasper introduced the dogs, who were trying to figure the newcomer out.

They sniffed Cade’s hands, and Wesson was warming up faster. Smith, on the other hand, was still a little stiff if not outright cold, and kept flicking his gaze from Cade to the truck.

“Smith wants to meet your dog. He’s not convinced yet.” Jasper smiled and reached down to pet his dog. “He won’t be aggressive, he’s just cautious and hates fights for obvious reasons.”

“Obviously…,” Cade said in a disgusted tone and glanced at Smith’s scars. Then he suddenly burst out laughing.


Cade held up a hand and went to open the door to let his dog out.

“Jasper, Smith, Wesson… this is Will.” Cade’s blue eyes twinkled with barely contained humor, and when Jasper finally made the connection and snorted, Cade started to laugh in earnest.

“Will, Smith, and Wesson….” Jasper stared at the dogs, who were making their own introductions by the usual posturing and butt sniffing, and let out a laugh. “This should turn out to be an interesting time….”

“You met me at a very strange time in my life.”

“Quoting Fight Club?”

The expression on Cade’s face showed his pleased surprise.

Suddenly Jasper felt slightly awkward, and he gestured at the house in the distance.

“Let’s go in. I have a doggie door for the boys,” he said both for information and to fill in the strange, not-quite-awkward moment.

TNA: Thanks for sharing that with us, Tia. Would you care to share a little bit of information on any of your current WIPs with us?

Tia: I’m writing a story for the Goodreads M/M Romance group’s event. It’s one POV of a certain time in a WIP, a novel, I’m currently writing. There’s also another novel in that same universe, and in addition to those I’m also trying to figure out what to do with my NaNoWriMo novel from 2013 with which I’ve gotten up to about halfway through.

The stories are about parenting-while-inked-and-pierced, overcoming an unusual childhood and facing the world as an adult, figuring out who you are in the world of gay dating (the working title is Silver Fox and the Cub for this one ;)). Those are only the three things in the same universe.

The NaNo is a story set in Britain about a former dancer from the US and an English lad who has to come terms with his family problems and some other pretty interesting stuff. Sounds much more lame than it is, really!

I don’t have four WIPs at the same time, ever. So this is scary, yet oddly wonderful.

TNA: And finally, would you kindly share with us all the places we can find you on the internet?

Tia: I have my website at http://www.tiafielding.com, and then I also have a Facebook author page at http://www.facebook.com/authortiafielding. You might want to check out my other links, and the easiest way to do that is to go to my website and look around.